On Friday morning, Lindsay was in the shower and rinsing her hair when she heard her almost-husband came in, and she grinned when he stepped in with her. He'd slept naked beside her, but that had been about being able to feel him naked beside her. Wide awake now, she got to appreciate him visually too, especially the come-hither look in his eyes.

'Morning lover,' he purred at her, already getting hot at the sight of her olive skin slick and damp from the steaming water - no matter what time of year it was, even it was ninety-eight degrees in the shade outside without a humidity factor to consider Lindsay always had a piping hot shower. It occasionally made Adam feel like he was going to boil whenever he was under the spray with her but for the most part, he worried more about the hot-blooded woman instead of the hot water. 'Did you sleep well?'

Lindsay smiled as she wrung out her hair, made room for him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her lips to his in a sticky, lingering kiss. 'As well as I could. Too excited for our bachelor and bachelorette weekends. Did the guys say where they are taking you?'

'Nope, my best man is surprising me.'

'How is it that a man and woman as busy as Daniel and Andrea have even had time to plan this all?'

'Same way a cop and a doctor could wedding plan so efficiently - it's part of the magic. But we have more important things to talk about right now.'

'Like what?'

'Well, it's a tradition you and I only get to talk to each other three times over the course of the weekend. That means no 'last Friday night or Saturday night sex' before we're married, so we need to make it 'last Friday morning sex' before we're married in a week.'

'Oh, you're right that is very much more important.'

'Exactly. So.' Adam stroked his hands up over her hips, her torso, to cup her breasts. He felt his blood pound hard in his veins when he watched her nipples perk up as his fingertips brushed them, her eyes going soft with lust. 'Let's fix that, shall we?'

Lindsay could only reply with a gusty sigh of pleasure as she put her hands over his and turned around. It had taken her some time to admit it, but she loved the feeling of him taking her from behind like this because it had made her feel so naughty; it had overwhelmed her, the surges of lust she'd felt the first time they'd been together like that and it had frightened her to feel so strongly about being so decadent and devious. She knew there were probably more erotic things other couples had done, couples most certainly in her acquaintance, but for her, to feel the proof of his lust for her against her ass made her feel like the most erotic woman in the world.

She tipped her head back against his shoulder, moaning when she felt his lips against her throat, his hand slipping between her thighs to find her already wet and waiting for him. He nudged her legs apart so they were braced on the floor of the tub, and eased himself inside her. 'God, you're huge,' she sighed to him, 'feels so good, my love.'

'Here.' Adam took her hands and pressed them against the tiled wall as his hips moved against hers; each pass made his brain a little fuzzier and he didn't want to be so lost in her that he ended up hurting them. 'Hold on, Linds, hold on.'

They kept the rhythm easy yet hot, almost like they were surprising each other by being so connected, and their twin groans of release echoed and ricocheted off the walls. Refreshed in both body and mind, Lindsay turned around and kissed Adam deeply, tongue tangling with his.

'That was the best wake-up sex of the week,' she murmured to him. 'Wash my hair?'

'Good morning Beckett.'

Adam waltzed into the bullpen with two coffees in his hands, a bag that had a little treat for Beckett, and a spring in his step. He stopped at her desk and handed over her two-pump sugar-free vanilla latte - he'd learned that was her weakness from Castle - with a mile wide grin.

'What's so fucking good about it?' she snapped, then sighed. 'Sorry. Jojo was sick to her stomach last night.'

'Oh no, poor girl.' All sympathy, Adam sat down in Castle's chair and gave her a worried look. 'Will she be okay to fly next week?'

'Yeah, she's just so anxious about flying. She's like her brother-in-law, not a good flier.'

'But...' Adam pointed back and forth. 'I thought Shane did his mandatory army-time in Israel in the air force.'

'Yeah, he flew helicopters, which is a lot different than being a passenger on an airbus. But he's learned how to self-medicate having flown so much when he and Alexis first got together when she was doing her last year at Cambridge. I can't get my three-and-a-half year old blitzed on bourbon and Coke like he does.'

'Note to self, if Daniel flies us anywhere for my bachelor party, don't sit next to Shane in case he pukes.'

'Trust me, if you're flying anywhere, he won't hurl,' Beckett reassured him. 'He got a prescription for Valium for next week since he knows that you're a recovering alcoholic.'

'It's not like people have to baby me about it, or anything,' Adam started, but Beckett cut him off with a firm shake of her head.

'Our family won't do that to you, Adam, they love you and they know that it's like inviting a diabetic to an ice cream party.'

'I know.' He paused. 'I am curious as to how the rest of the weekend is going to go, considering it's supposed to be the groom who gets blitzed out of his mind.'

'True but you're forgetting one thing.'

'What's that?'

'These aren't your typical run of the mill kind of guys. They helped Shane make wedding invitations when he and Alexis were getting really overwhelmed, and painted more than one nursery while they sent the baby mama off to the spa or out for shopping with the girls.'

'Huh.' Adam mulled this over as he sipped his coffee, and knew he had to put it aside for a moment. 'Okay, three two one and now we're cops. What's the plan of attack for today?'

'I've been on the phone to the Tomasis and they're okay with having Nicky come down here. He'll be here for nine-thirty for us to talk to him. We've also got to touch base with Gil, and we've also got to get in touch with Ashley Archer and Sarah Ritter as well to make sure that they're both doing okay. Next we're hitting up the rest of the staff at the school to see if there was anyone on staff who had issue with him.'

'A thought. What if we got Ashley, Sarah and Nicky to come down all together and we talk to them one at a time so that there's no suspicion.'

Beckett leaned back in her chair, sipped her coffee. 'What's got you thinking that?'

'I think that if Nicky had Ashley and Sarah he wouldn't feel so singled out since we're potentially looking at him for the murder.'

'What is his motive? I'm not disagreeing, Adam.' She held up her hand. 'But what's his motive?'

'He didn't get his way.'

'That's not enough, Adam. You know that.'

'Kate, I went to Washington Irving, and if you think Carolina Witt and her hubby were scary, they were cupcakes compared to the ones whose off-spring were my classmates. Calliope Thrace is a private school but it's considered a few rungs down by a lot of people.' Adam sighed. 'Half the time, the kids in that school would only see their parents if there was discipline issues, and a lot of the time they were given free reign since everyone knew the staff was paid from their tuition. They rarely heard the word no and they certainly didn't have professors with the reputations like Wayne Hill had.'

'So you're saying our primary suspect is a spoiled brat used to getting his own way who doesn't like hearing the word 'no' and really have it mean something the way Wayne Hill meant it.'

'People have been killed for a hell of a lot less.'

'In the meantime, we've got paperwork to get done before Nicky gets here for his interview.'